*I left in 1998. I moved to Europe to cut all ties, yet I opened the proverbial can of worms you speak about. There was no avoiding it. I tried to avoid it like I tried to avoid cell phones. The opposition only lasted so long. The heartache is very intense at times. Sometimes more than others... like tonight. It goes away though, eventually... It takes time. All of the lost opportunities or stupid mistakes leave holes and they're hard to ignore.*
He published it today.... no reply though. Yeah I shouldn't have commented. Gotta leave those things alone.
On Facebook I was contacted by another of my past lovers. He was a travel agent back at home. He was quite a bit older than me. We had amazing sex. But we also smoked a lot of weed together. Hey if you grow up West Coast Canada... that's what you do.
His chat on FB was brief and hurried. We talked about the weather and I asked about his new kid. I know him and his partner had a baby boy about a year ago. He said that he'd post some pictures of him and his son on FB soon. And I said that I'd be happy to see them because I haven't seen him, his face in years. There was a customer in his shop, he had to run, but before going he said "I've always had a soft spot for you, don't tell anyone"
To tell the truth, I'm a little afraid of the pictures. I'm afraid I'll remember too much. At the moment I don't really remember what he looks like. Seeing his face will bring back so many memories.
All I need is another heartache.